The gauze completely covered my left face and nose bridge, revealing only my nostrils for breathing. The gauze wrapped up my face tightly, which was probably to prevent the infection, causing my face to be deformed under the pressure. Stroking the gauze with my hands, I even felt pain when I gently pressed it! "What is underneath the gauze?" I couldn't help but feel curious. "Will I look extremely ugly?" All of a sudden, I feared Patrick would see me like this. So I went out, asked a nurse for a mask, and put it on my face in a hurry. As I was about to return to the ward, I saw Patrick walking out of an elevator. Wearing a silver suit without a tie, Patrick wore a shirt inside whose top button was unbuttoned. We hadn't seen each other for a few days. But he was as energetic as usual. He saw me soon. Although I wore a mask, it could only cover the gauge on my cheeks. The bandage on my nose was still exposed. "What's
My heart missed a beat. I hurriedly protected my mask and shook my head desperately, "No, I can't. It seems that AIDS can be transmitted via saliva too!" Patrick didn't mind at all. He put one hand beside my ear and said, "Don't be afraid. If that kind of thing happens, let's take the anti-exposure drugs together." He put his hand around my waist. And his hot breath blew on my face. I could even feel his hot breathing through the mask. Patrick bent over to kiss my neck and pressed his forehead against my mask... "Hiss..." "It hurts!" I took a deep breath. Patrick was so scared that he got up immediately, "What's wrong?" "My face is in pain." I held my face with my hands with an aggrieved look on my face. I was telling the truth. Patrick seemed to have realized something and looked at me with a serious look on his face, "What on earth is going on?" ...... I was silent. I indeed didn't have the courage
After Patrick hung up the phone, I controlled my emotions and asked him, "What's wrong?" Patrick looked at me and frowned. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, "Nothing." "No, something is wrong." Patrick surely was a poker-faced person when he was at work. But at this time, he couldn't even control his emotions. In that case, it meant that this matter was a serious one. I reached out my hand, put my hands around Patrick's waist, and pressed my face against his lower abdomen, "Tell me the truth. I'm not afraid." Patrick was silent for a while. And he told me, "The police said that they found the bodies of those foreign men by the river in the suburbs." "Are they dead too?" I almost couldn't believe it. Tears had soaked the gauze on my face. But I couldn't help crying. "Don't be afraid. Even if we don't have a child, we can have another one. As long as you're alive, everything will be fine." Patrick patted my back.
Patrick quickly stepped forward and grabbed my arm! Although there was tenderness in his eyes, he had great strength in his hands, "Babe, don't be afraid. Things will be over soon!" "No, let me go!" I shouted out loud! I was so excited that I moved ferociously. And it affected the wounds on my face which hadn't been healed yet. The left side of my face was in great pain. But I could sense Patrick's determination. He indeed intended to imprison me and let me take the medicine. I didn't want to take the drugs. "Good girl, take the medicine, okay?" Patrick stepped forward and hugged me. "No, I won't take medicine. My child will die after I take them!" I struggled desperately and hit Patrick's body, trying to make him let go of me. After all, I, a woman, could not defeat Patrick with my strength. He pressed me to the bed, took three bottles of medicine with one hand, and took out a pill from each of them, "Good girl, eat them. You
"Well..." It seemed that the nurse didn't expect that I would ask this question. So she quickly said, "I don't have a mirror with me. And you are at the early stage of treatment now. After a while, you will do the skin flap transplanting. And then you'll be cured." The more she said so, the more I realized that my face was sort of quite "scary" now. Before she could put the ointment on my face, I touched my face gently with my hands. Sensing that my flesh was stripped off my skin, I thought of the zombies in the movies... That was probably what I looked like now. When the nurse wrapped my face up again, she reinforced a layer of elastic cover on my face. In this way, my face was completely covered, revealing only my nose, eyes, and mouth. When I went out, Patrick's expression didn't change at all when he saw me. It seemed that he didn't dislike me at all because of the fact that I had an ochre cover on my face. He took me out. I looked at him h
Seeing how Patrick looked at me now, I vividly realized that he indeed had killed my child! I walked up to him, raised my hand, and slapped him in the face with my greatest strength! "Bang!" I felt my hand going numb. He was still looking at me. But he tilted his face a little. After I finished slapping Patrick, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he took my hand and said, "Does it hurt? If you calm down, take the medicine." Looking at his nonchalant look, I felt cold in my heart. I pulled out my hand and hid it behind my back. Then I looked at him, "Patrick Cowell, you, you don't want me to give birth to your child, do you?" "How come you think so?" Patrick looked up at me, "I indeed want our child." "Then why don't you believe the one in the video is not me?" I yelled and asked him... "Why don't you believe me? Why did you insist on taking my child away?" Up to now, I couldn't believe what had happened. I, who was still i
Edwin didn't overthink it and gave his cell phone to me. Then he went out by himself. In fact, Patrick was waiting for me outside. I picked up the cell phone, planning to do a life-or-death struggle! I picked up the cell phone and thought it repeatedly. Finally, I thought of a suitable person. It was Shelton Cowell. The nurse was treating my wound again. Although it hurt very much, I had been focusing on how to get out of Patrick's control! With my memory, I roughly remembered Shelton's number. I dared not to call him. So I could only text him. I texted him first, "Mr. Shelton!" Soon, I received a reply, "Charlotte Archer, what's the matter?" He directly called my name, giving me a subtle feeling. I couldn't care about anything else. I continued to text, "I was kidnapped by Patrick. I want to leave him. Can you help me?" After I sent this text, Shelton didn't respond for a long time. I clutched at the cell phone. And my
"Pa..." "Why?" As I was about to speak, Patrick walked over and grabbed hold of my shoulders with both hands! He pushed me to the wall in a few moves. And his face was full of irrepressible anger. He asked, "Why did you spit the pills?" "I...I'm not sick. The woman in the video is indeed not me!" I nervously explained to Patrick. "Not you? Tell me, how can you prove that the woman in the video isn't you?" Patrick, who had an angry expression on his face, was in despair now. He asked me, "You know that men all have possessiveness. But I have been trying my best to convince myself that I shouldn't even care about that thing. You only have to take anti-exposure drugs. Why is it so difficult for you?" Patrick, who spoke in a low tone at the beginning, roared in anger in the end! He grabbed my shoulders so hard. I stared at him dully and opened my mouth. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. Yes, men all had possessive desires.